RICH-Kenny Mason

作词 : Edwin Green/Edward Maclin Cooper III 作曲 : Edwin Green/Edward Maclin Cooper III Always there And then you taught me how to care You gave meaning to my life I can't wait to see you tonight, oh-oh COUPE [Chorus] Momma, I'm rich Momma, I'm rich I done got blood on my hands Count it up quick My niggas thuggin' on camera Hope we don't slip, yeah Tighten up, tighten up Tighten up, tighten up Momma, I'm rich Momma, I'm rich I'm on that new shit Chick on my **** I ride around with that pool stick If you loosen your grip better Tighten up, tighten up Tighten up (Fye), tighten up (Fye) [Verse 1] Why would I switch sides? I knew this side would end up the rich side Original Big 9 Now with the switch, unlimited spitfire Needed them numbers and doubled 'em up Can't lеt no scrub in the huddle with us If they ain't comе from the struggle with us Came out the jungle, juugin' and jugglin' trauma Just got accustomed to commas Kissin' the cup Came up from clutchin' on corners You came up cutting the corners Clique in the cut Since a lil' kid I would cut it, I spent my loneliness ***** wanna **** and she don't even know me Can't 1-on-1, I'm the one and the only I hit that wap until 1 in the morning My boy hit the the Wock' and then walked with a .40 Walked on the beat and did more than the runnin' I up the stick and say, "Why are you running?" My momma text and say, "Wire me money" My boy from the mud, he like admire the money Was always the motive that I always wanted My dreams I was dreaming is finally funded now (Funded now) [Chorus] Momma, I'm rich Momma, I'm rich I done got blood on my hands Count it up quick My niggas thuggin' on camera Hope we don't slip, yeah Tighten up, tighten up Tighten up, tighten up Momma, I'm rich Momma, I'm rich I'm on that new shit Chick on my **** I ride around with that pool stick If you loosen your grip Tighten up, tighten up Tighten up, tighten up [Verse 2] Fired up, fired up Fired up, fired up Strap on my ***** like Fenty Ain't no robbin' her Show keep linin' up, hoes keep linin' up Rocks keep droppin' and climbin' up Momma proud of me and I'm proud of her I'm proud of me and I'm proud of her Trackin' my trips on calendars Dracula shit, *****, I'm counting up Niggas drowned in the sauce so we count it up Niggas had to get out of the county, bruh At the top of the mountain You in the [?] Send the accountant the route I'm removin' the roof of the Audi, it's coolin' the climate Boost the amount and then round it I dropped some new **** with COUPE And recouped, then recounted I'm tryna choose an accountant Screw on the silence and shoot at the silence Started this movement by moving in silence I got these new nigga moving around it They tried to loot it as soon as I found it Claimin' they do what I do but I doubt it I hit my duke with the moves and it sounded like- Momma, I'm rich Momma, I'm rich I done got blood on my hands Count it up quick My niggas thuggin' on camera Hope we don't slip, yeah Tighten up, tighten up Tighten up, tighten up Momma, I'm rich Momma, I'm rich I'm on that new shit Chick on my **** I ride around with that pool stick If you loosen your grip better Tighten up, tighten up Tighten up, tighten up